Chapter 859
Hans hurried back to report to Hawthorne, knowing his boss was likely eagerly awaiting the news. He hadn't bothered calling ahead.
The spectacular drama that had unfolded today was too good not to deliver in person. Watching James's mistresses tear each other to shreds was the best entertainment he had seen in his life.
He planned to embellish the story for Mr. Everhart, knowing Hawthorne could use it to make Mrs. Everhart laugh.
As Hans's car vanished into the distance, Mrs. Mercer's ride arrived. She immediately climbed in with her bodyguards and sped away.
Her destination was obvious-she was heading straight to her father to plot how to crush James while he was already down.
When a furious Mrs. Mercer stormed into her family estate, Sallie's dad was waiting for her in the living room.
"Where have you been? I was just talking to some old friends, trying to figure out a way to bail James out."
Mrs. Mercer hurled her designer bag violently onto the sofa. When Sallie's dad finally got a good look at his daughter, he gasped at her disheveled hair and the angry scratch marks across her face.
She looked nothing like the elegant socialite she usually was; she looked like a deranged woman who had just survived a street brawl.
"What happened to you? Where were you? Did you get into a fight? How did you end up like this?
"Didn't I tell you to come back so we could figure out James's situation together? Did you go down to the police station and cause a scene? Who laid hands on you? Tell me right now, and I'll make them pay!"
Seeing her father's concern, Mrs. Mercer finally broke down, bursting into hysterical sobs.
"I didn't go to the police station, and it wasn't the cops who touched me! It's all because of that bastard James! He's been hiding five women on the side, and they all gave him sons! They're crawling everywhere, and the oldest is already in his teens!
"Dad, forget about saving him. Get
my lawyers on the phone right now. I want divorce papers drafted immediately, and we need to lock down every single asset under his nagie. If we don't those bastards of his will all line up for a slice of our pie. S
"That scumbag spent years breeding a whole secret family right under my nose. If Hawthorne's assistant hadn't dragged me out there today, I would have died without ever knowing!"
Sallie's dad's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
"What did you just say? A whole family of sons? How is that even possible? I thought there was only the one who showed up last time! Where did the rest come from? Are you sure this isn't a setup?
"You know Hawthorne is bad news. He and James have always hated each other. Are you sure he didn't orchestrate this whole thing just to mess with your head?”
Seeing that he still didn't believe her, Mrs. Mercer whipped out her phone and shoved the photos of the kids by the pool into his hands.
"Look for yourself! Who else could have fathered these kids? Just look at their faces every single one of them is a spitting image of that bastard!
“He was planning to go public today, host his victory party, and then ship these women and their brats off somewhere safe. He's treated our family like nothing but a stepping Stone this entire time.
"But I'm going to make him suffer. If he thinks he's ever walking out of that cell, he's
out of his goddamn mind!"
Mrs. Mercer sobbed uncontrollably as she poured out all her rage and humiliation.
Sallie's dad trembled with fury. For decades, he had been the one
pulling the strings-when had
anyone ever dared to play himnet
James had completely lost his
damn mind to try and pull a fast one on him.
"Don't you worry. We are done helping that man. I'm making calls to the higher-ups right now. I'll make sure nobody bails him out.
"Tomorrow, have the accountants audit everything. Freeze every single asset under his name. As for his debts, we won't pay a single cent.
"I'm going to calculate every favor, every dime he owes the Yeager family. We built him up from a penniless nobody into a CEO, and now we're going to send him right back to the gutter."